A fashion clueless struggling in Paris. The world is attracted to the light of this city,and me to the history, but the shadow beneath her reveals herself to you eventually. The Parisians are forged thus so attractive is their culture. Why ‘the third red apple?’ A hint maybe in the page available in English and French.

Saturday, 27 September 2014

Cousin of racism (人種差別と同じむじな)

My last 4 posts have related my personal life which I hope to stop with this post though they were all in tune with my theme of multiculturalism not working in practice. My long time readers would know I only question the multi-nationalism pushed by the politicians for commercial financial gain. Love between two individuals exists on an entire different level. I have much respect for the people who have the courage to live by love because I must confess I have been rather coward in that field.

If one of his reasons this 'Gentleman from Sydney' kept a distance from me was racism, I cannot blame him because although I am not a racist, I am guilty to some degree of its cousin 'classism'. You may be picturing a rich brat, but my great-grandfather squandered it all that we have been on our own financially since then. Financially I am a middle-class of Japan, but my life has been imposed of many ‘Don’t’ than ‘Can’ because I am a genuine descendent of Shizoku, or you might know better as Samurai Warriors. Unlike depicted in TV and films Samurai spent more time on study and art so their mind would be fulfilled and content to let go of their lives when their feudal Lords required their service which highly likely to entail their death. Thank God I was not born in the old days when a Samurai lady would be required to carry a dagger to kill herself should she ever face disgrace of violation of her virtue. If time allowed she would be required to tie her knees together with a string so during the excruciating pain from the stab in her heart her legs would stayed closed no matter how much she writhed in pain.

Things have much relaxed since then and most restrictions I have to live with are pretty normal as those withstood by girls from decent background of any country. A few example are: do not speak or laugh loud in public because it is crass. Speaking of money is so unladylike. See? Pretty normal. What may surprise you that marriages are still arranged among some and it is perfectly acceptable for the parents to hire a detective to check out the background of the candidates. My relatives were content with my ex-husband for having the ancestors they could approve.

I do not give a damn for all those things and have lived freely since the divorce…except in relationships. I have been too scared of making another mistake when all my cousins have courageously stayed in their loveless marriage endorsed by the society. I am in awe of their patience and feel a bit ashamed of myself for lacking it. So you see, my mild classism stems from fear of letting down the people that I know and want of a strong stomach. Not arrogance as you might have imagined. However, it still served me right that I got jilted by a man from racism. With the sense of a mild defeat I leave Australia. A person like me should never have aspired to overcome the obstacles of multiculturalism.